Tag Archives: Tracey

Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts? I’m not nut-adverse, I like nuts for the sake of nuts, but I am kinda picky about nuts in other things. If someone made a movie of your life would it … Continue reading →

Tragic motherboard burnout killed Lappy #1 and Lappy #2 at a relatively young age. Lappy #3 was the victim of accidental manslaughter before he was even a year old. Lappy #4? Well… It began with a flickering, a delay, too … Continue reading →

It’s been a good long while since I’ve ranted, and it’s important to remind you every now and again that THIS IS NOT A NICE LADY BLOG, lest you begin to think I’m some simple-headed basic Pollyanna bitch. This one’s … Continue reading →

I had such a day yesterday, Tracey compared me to enacting The Comedy of Errors and I couldn’t argue with the correlation. Dreams and tossing about made sure I slept poorly Sunday night. 6am did not care. I walked the dog, … Continue reading →

I recently became a grandmother. Sissy and the baby are both well, and for that I am extremely grateful. I am also delighted Sissy gave Sassy’s middle name to her son. He’s beautiful, and I’m not even biased, cause I’ll be … Continue reading →

Our snowpocalypse hasn’t been all that eventful, but I’ll share the highlights. I shoveled three times in six hours. Each time I went out to shovel, I could no longer see where I shoveled. The Mister told me to stop. … Continue reading →

It’s often said that you can tell who your real friends are when you’re down. I’ll agree to that, to a certain extent, but there are other truths in there as well. Like, misery loves company, everyone loves a sad … Continue reading →

You know how people keep sayin there needs to be a Dislike button on the Facebook? Yeah, no, I don’t think so. People can’t even manage to use the Like button appropriately. Tell me I’m wrong. So you’re scrollin, and … Continue reading →

1. My birthday is November 26. 2. I believe in numerology and despite my fear of and ineptitude with math, I believe numbers are codes for everything. For instance, name-wise, my entire family consists of only 5’s, 6’s, 7’s and 8’s. … Continue reading →